Nine Yang Divine Fist, Third Punch!
A punch to annihilate illusion!
Ye Luo fiercely unleashed the third punch of the Nine Yang Divine Fist, a terrifying blow carrying the momentum to shatter delusions thundering forth, instantly multiplying the strength on Ye Luo's fist by several times, a fearsome aura of destruction spreading all around.
"War God's Hand! Suppress!"
Mo Tian waved his arms, and a palm filled with demonic zeal surged out of thin air, forcibly pressing down against Ye Luo's punch.
Boom, boom, boom!
The void roared with endless explosions, waves of terrifying energy rippling outwards.
Ye Luo only felt an extremely dense demonic Qi madly rushing towards him, his teeth clenched tightly as he mobilized all of his strength to resist.
In the end, both Ye Luo and Mo Tian staggered backward, Ye Luo's body trembling as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.